Reckfulness

Edward the Fourth reclining luxuriously upon his tottering throne, like a child lulled by its rocking, displaying that rare combination of deep duplicity and heartless gaiety which so seldom exist together, the reckfulness of the one being like a noxious vapour to the recklessness of the other: […]

When you reply that your reckfulness can be taken as read, he'll confide: 'I know, I know. I'm talking to myself.'